You keep me guessing all the time. One day you’re sweet and loving. The next you’re cold and distant. Is it me? Is it your past haunting you? Is there someone from before that is still in your heart and mind? Do you really love me? Do you want me? Can I trust you? J.B.
is not madness
it is not love.
Pedro Calderón de la Barca
My heart was broken when I found out what you had been doing. Now slowly it is going back together. I love you and want things to work out. But you must understand that sometimes I cut my self on the unhealed broken edges in my heart. Be patient. H.M.
We are all mistaken sometimes;
sometimes we do wrong things,
things that have bad consequences.
But it does not mean we are evil,
or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
On one hand there’s uncertainty about the future. On the other, I can’t see you and me anywhere but together. Our love has been wounded, but I hope we’ll heal and have only a strengthening scar to show for it. I’m scared, but love you with all my being. T.C.
Uncertainty is the biggest torture in love.
You feel jealous yet you can’t complain.
You can get hurt yet you can’t show it.
You can love with your all yet you can’t say it.
All you can do is watch, keep the pain,
enjoy the smiles & laughter.
Show how much that person means to you.
You’re asleep. I wish I was sleeping in the bed with you, but I’m up wondering how this is going to turn out. You’re pulling away and it feels like you’re moving towards cheating again. I don’t know what to do. So I will take my chances and hope for the best. T.G.
-When she pulls away… Pull her back
-When you see her start crying…Hold her and don’t say a word
-When you see her walking… Sneak up and hug her waist from behind
-When she’s scared… Protect her
-When she steals your favorite hoodie… Let her wear it.
-When she says that she loves you… She really does mean it.
-When she grabs at your hands… Hold hers and play with her fingers :)
-When she tells you a secret… Keep it safe and untold
-When she looks at you in your eyes… Don’t look away until she does
-When she reposts this bulletin… She wants you to read it
-When she’s mad… Hug her tight and don’t let go
-When she says she’s ok… Don’t believe it.
-Call her at 12:00am on her birthday… Tell her you love her
-Treat her like…She’s all that matters to you
-Watch her favorite movie with her… Even if you think it’s stupid.
-Don’t talk about other girls around her
-Kiss her in the pouring rain
-When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is: “Whose butt am I kicking baby?”
Loving you has been like getting hurt from falling,, although you can’t see the damage. Outwardly there is no proof you wounded me, but I’ll always know what you did. I love you. I forgive you. But I’ll always wish you had not done what you did. Y.K.W.
No one can promise they’ll never hurt you
because at one time or another, it will happen.
The real promise is if the time you spend together
will be worth the pain in the end.
The worst feeling in the world is
knowing you’ve been used and lied to.
You have herpes and did not admit it until I caught the disease from you. I wonder what other secrets you keep and ask myself frequently,”what else have you not told me”. The longer intrigue is hidden, the more damaging the truth is when told. G.T.
…when at last you find someone
to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,
you stop in shock at the words you utter -
they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless
and feeble from being kept
in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
From “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”
by Sylvia Plath
Falling was only the beginning. Loving you is the real journey. I discovered over time you’re not what you presented yourself to be. Instead of kind, tender and considerate, you’re actually self-centered, cruel and callous. I’m not sure how long I can take this. W.P.
Love takes off masks
that we fear we cannot live without
and know we cannot live within.
You hurt my feelings and I forgave you over and over. In public you embarrassed me frequently and I excused your behavior. You cheated on me and I pardoned you in my heart for your unfaithfulness. Last night you hit me. Enough! This time I’m gone. E.D.
I’m guilty of giving people
more chances than they deserve
but when I’m done, I’m done.
Knowing you were much younger always made me wonder what would become of me for loving you. Now I know. You got bored and wanted someone your own age. Now you say that was a mistake and you want only me. Should I believe you? Trust you? B.C.
Deciding to get back together with someone
is a complicated and difficult decision.
Just remember that the person you are
getting back together with is the same person who,
not long before, looked you in your beautiful face,
took full stock of you and all your qualities,
and told you that he was no longer
in need of your company.
My heart’s a muscle exercised and made strong by grieving failed love of the past. At times I’m joyful loving you. At others I’m fearful of us falling apart. I’m stretched between misery and bliss knowing in time the balance will tip to one or the other. A.B.
The first person who is on your mind
the moment you open your eyes
after a long sleep is the reason
either of your happiness or pain.